Mãe Solteira Novels & Stories

"If Terry still won't accept me after I've done everything I can, then... then I'll go back to Solaria with you and raise the child as a single mother." Her mother shook her head. "Don't think that being a single mother is your only option forever. If the right man comes along one day, you can still get married. Many women these days marry with children." Mrs. Quest didn't want to see her daughter be alone for the rest of her life. Lisa smiled bitterly. After experiencing love and being loved by someone like Terry, it's now impossible for her to love another man. Such a deep love could never be replicated. "There's no use thinking about all that now. Whatever happens, happens," Lisa changed

I just wanted to escape their constant hovering and the suffocating feeling that I would never measure up. But pinned under their intense gazes, I finally surrendered. "I got married, but I'm in the process of divorcing. The baby is my ex-husband's. He's incredibly wealthy, so I don't need anything else from him. I can raise this child on my own." "Is money the issue here?" Elton snapped, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and fierce protectiveness. "Do you think we lack money? What if something happens to your health during pregnancy?"

"I've tried so hard to be a good mother to Tony, yet he rejects me so. Only now do I understand how difficult it is to be a stepmother, how hard it is to reach a child's heart. "That day, after Ms. Lloyd failed to win him back, she came to the school and caused a huge scene. I lost my job because of it. But I'll face life positively and bravely move forward, because my boyfriend needs me." Samantha went on and on with her sanctimonious speech. Watching the video only made me laugh. Victor posted a caption on social media at the same time. [The road ahead is difficult, but I will always be your shield. We fear no rumors. When the world finishes judging us, our innocence will be proven. The in

“I was actually waiting for her before leaving. Her mother hasn’t been stable all day, so I couldn’t leave her alone.” I froze. “What?” “She’s stable for now,” she added quickly. “For now?” I repeated. She nodded, her expression serious. “She’s out of her medication. The cheaper ones we’ve been using to manage her condition aren’t working anymore.” It felt like the air had been knocked out of me. This was worse than I thought. Martina wasn’t just struggling financially. She was taking care of her sick mother… alone. For five years. Working, paying bills, surviving… all by herself.

Without anyone to keep her safe. I left her in that same, ugly, nasty house, with a father who kept thinking his big win was just around the corner, and a mother who drank too much wine and took too many pills. I have been alone. All my life. Alone. But maybe Ethel is right. Maybe I’m not alone anymore, and I don’t have to traverse the stormy seas all by myself any longer.

Instead, I simply nod toward my son and say quietly, “He’s all I have.” His expression shifts, softening with understanding. “So, they abandoned you, right? Because you’re unmated?” The words hit like a sharp sting. I nod again, swallowing the lump in my throat, eyes fixed on the floor. “My mother raised me alone too,” he continues softly. “She wasn’t a rogue like you though. She was a widow. Dad died, and she managed everything by herself. Had the pack behind her, at least. It must be so much harder when you have no one to lean on at all.”

However, that's no excuse for the fact that he was a cheating young man and had devastated Mom with his betrayal. Despite this, Mom had stayed strong. She raised me alone with love, care, and warmth, despite the challenges of sole parenting. Her eyes were often sharp with wit, crinkling at the corners whenever she smiled. She was often the one lifting the mood of everyone in the house. Now, those eyes look glassy and distant, staring into nothingness.

The peaceful lifestyle suited the couple. Her mother had left the main settlement when she was pregnant with Eve, and her mate had vanished, leaving her a single parent. Despite her immense anguish, she smiled every day and did her best to nurture her kid. And everyone in the pack agreed that Marie had done an excellent job raising a kind and compassionate young woman.

I was seven years old when we came to the Villareal's' mansion. Mama worked as a maid for the Villareal couple's child. As an only child, my mother took me with her because no one would take care of me if she left me alone at home. Unfortunately, my father abandoned us. He ran away from his responsibility when he got my mother pregnant, causing us to be left by ourselves. My mother raised me independently, and because we were impoverished... she has to work hard for us to survive.

The fact that she loved me made life a hell of a lot more bearable than it had been before. I didn't have the best of childhoods; my mother was a truck stop waitress who got knocked up by a trucker who used to come through town and sell her dreams. Until the day she told him she was pregnant, and she never laid eyes on him again. As a kid, I spent lots of time alone. Being raised in a small- town, people didn't follow the same tenets as big-city dwellers.